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“I’m… the new Spider-Man,” Miles stammered as he stood in front of his parents. They were all huddled in the kitchen, his mother’s cooking filling their senses.
“Mi hijo…” his mom whispered.
His dad stood stone-faced for a long couple of seconds before smiling. It was honest and open and Miles could tell he was proud. “You saved the day,” he stated, recalling yesterday’s events.
“I did,” Miles nodded. “But I had some help.”
“I knew you were destined for greatness,” his dad praised. “But be safe out there.”
His parents wrapped Miles in a tight hug. Miles happily sighed.